Surviving Storm Linus

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Well, I survived the worst storm in decades because that's just what Michiganders do. The HuffPost posted a pretty hilarious article about how little complaints were heard from Michiganders, Chicagoans, etc. following the massive panic on East Coast... they had nothing on us.

I spent two whole days cooped up inside and finally, after digging our cars out of feet of snow, I got up the next day and trekked to work/school on sheets of ice, blankets of snow, and in frigid cold temperatures. Anyone who lives in a cold, snowy climate knows the routine, and I hate winter more than anything. Anything. 

But there's something oddly endearing about winter in my home state.

The morning after the storm, I had nothing to do but lay around and hang out on the Internet since school and work were both cancelled, and my feeds were flooded with "thank you's" to strangers. My ex-boyfriend, a factory worker, got dug out so he could make it to work. A pregnant friend got pushed to safety after being stuck on the side of the road. And our neighbors, after we helped dig them into their driveway, asked us if we needed anything from the store.

People still do that?! Pick up groceries for their neighbors??

As I count down the days to graduation (87, by the way), I'm starting to get a bit sentimental about the idea of leaving the Midwest. Not only is my family here, but as annoying as they can be, Michiganders are generally really nice people. When I moved to D.C. I was shocked at how rude the customer service was, how few strangers looked at you on the street - forget a smile, and how lonely I felt. I was in a huge city but I felt so alone.

So there ya go. I survived Storm Linus, just like all of the other storms we have. I didn't do it alone though; I couldn't do it alone. So thank you, strangers and friends, for digging me out of the snow, for keeping me company, and bringing me beer. I couldn't do winter without you.